Mittwoch, 2. Juli 2014

inside the insight

nothing is sexier than storytelling. his hands tremble a bit when he enters the hallway to pick me up. it is eleven in the evening, too late for any bus or train, which means he walked all the way through half of a city to be here now. which means he started walking after he waited six to seven seconds after he hung up the phone after i called him that i am in town today. a single flower - white carnation with some quite confusing glitter sprinkled on it. they sell them in those little cigarette kiosks along the road. he had no time to loose.his eyes go down on me - and back to my eyes again. there they'll stay. we always go for a walk, that's all we do. we talk without saying things. and when there is no other way to bear it, our hands slightly touch. electricity rushes from fingers to the heart. electricity is not good for the pulse. so it stops for a while. and raves off again when his fingers wrap around my hand - heartbeat raised only by a million of times. it is almost corny and it almost hurts. but it hurts more than it is corny...i float on the waves and listen to his stories. he narrates all the books he read in my absence, and i see his hands on the pages that smell of old paper, of typographic ink, of heavy leather covers. his words drop into my skin and produce little spots of sweat that run down my neckline. it's just little words - but they are phantasies in our heads and we begin to share a world. this world we created, existed for five years. then he died.i still live in it. since nine years this month.it all happens in your head - that's what they say. the whole life around you might just be a phantasy inside your mind, a picture imprinted by the circumstances coming your way, a reflection of people you meet. quite an old thought, really... does it mean that there is indeed something true to it? do you know how sometimes you are only left with the phantasy instead of the real person, and then - how difficult is it to get away and find your way back?"fear not to dream", the american way of life. the thoughts you have, will keep you pushing forward...well, you know, they also do tend to give you headaches. confusions. hesitations. tears.let it go, and you will fly - that's what they say. after all, this is the purpose of meditation. saves your life.i am sitting at the lake of the fine city of Madison. fireflies on the grass, fireworks in the sky. and there is that seagull, flying free in the american jeans blue, white wings in the wind. well, i reckon, the seagull can fly because it has no thoughts. do i want to be happy and a seagull?meditate and let go off the thoughts... just let them pass, notice but not linger. did you try? it is near to impossible.and yet sometimes, it is so much easier to let it go! not think of it. chicken out, bury your head into that nice fluffy warm sand. so here you go, no?well, turns out that if you have that perfect phantasy, that truly beautiful story in your head - do you let it go? or do you dare to give in to it and hope that, like a wave, it will pass? sounds tough. and i always liked challenges.an easy life? sure. it is all about keeping covers. oh don't get me wrong, i love appearances! nice things. long legs. bedroom eyes. what's inside? who does care? turns out, nerds do. i am a scientist not because i love it. but because i really hate not knowing what's inside. so i ask questions - and they say, there are no stupid ones.well, maybe only uncomfortable…but complications make a good story. and this is truly sexy.

Über mich

i was never really sure how to start writing about me - i don't usually praise myself. but since some time i'm trying not to criticize myself too much, either.
so, let's just say:
i see myself like on a train - i hope it's going in the right direction, i hope the companions i've met will not turn bad surprises at me, i love watching out of the window and the way the landscape of my life is changing...
i hope not to land on a holding siding (it happened to me once) but keep myself from jumping off the train running after imaginary dreamlands.
i believe you can create your dreamlands in the very same train cabin you're sitting - it's just the matter of your imagination... as Alice would say - and she should know better, she's been to Wonderland already!